Sick absurd poetry THREAD

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

This is pretty deep!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT DUDE I DON'T NEED TO SEE THAT PICTURE! Because I raped your father last night!

Um, ok.

Oh, how I have corrupted this! I stripped from their trembling bones the supple, joining flesh - flesh of goodness and healing. I am perdition, flowing river-like into the gaping mouths, suffocating, choking them in their sleep, as the vile liquid is busy with their innards. How unlike the sun you are, you who bask in shadow and swallow darkness like ether. I would have you spew your toxins into the eager bellies of the slain infants. But I am afraid!. See them, so innocent, suckling beside the bladder of the sow's paunch. We, who are not yet proven worthy to receive these precious gifts, must stand aside and watch as Pan, the usurper himself, comes to join the waiting virgins. How willing the unacquainted flesh! How ready to receive the slaving serpent's service of adoration. In dreams we belie the nocturnal truths that lie beneath the mists of day. We, who are not yet ready to indicate where the beast has sought his pleasures, must now relinquish to his will all that remains of our volition. While there is time still, let us drink. Before the denaturing dawn, let us tip back our glasses and peer at the disturbed grimaces of strangers through their bottoms. Bottle-bottom view, dark and blood-red. I see you there, standing beneath the Fern-fronds. You cannot hide! You are exposed!. Come forward and receive your prize, the Sultanate of Piss. I am no longer your subject, no more a slave to the rhythm of your arterial pulse. When the children we have birthed unto this land appear as freaks, all is lost. There is no time to waste. The fur is appearing on their shoulders and haunches. We must slay them in their tiny beds. They are no longer our children. See how they are driven by alien desires! The little bodies writhe and twist. See the little faces contort with pleasure, as the unseen hand of Pan fondles them. We must burn the churches and the piles of horse manure. In the plaza, there is only death, and her mistress -- lassitude. Rid us, oh loyal, usurping Pan, of this foetid plague! Come bear witness. Furrow your knowing brow beneath the rim of your winged helmet. We beseech into action the oral action-takers. Let them descend unto the upturned flutes, and coax from them the viscous, healing music of Edom. In the bazaar, the insane women are gathered to be sold. The traders swing their robes in colorful pinwheels of fabric, exposing burnished thighs and dark triangles of secret sins. The tents billow with the Scirocco wind, as the sand begins to layer grit over the camels' retinas. I lick the candle wax; it is warm like flesh. The molten people run into the cauldron of my throat. They re-form and twist inside me. Fists and feet stretch the fabric of my stomach. I nibble tenderly the small canine delicacies arrayed so colorfully on bone trays before us. We are kings! And tonight there will be record inseminations. Tomorrow the land receives its newest heirs. We spill our seed joyously upon the cactus nettles. Erda opens her mouth to accept the sacred beverage that we have warmed beneath our robes. The dancing negro is three meters tall! His body is glistening. The flames reflect menace from his unfathomable skin. He pounds his feet and purses his lips. The music is a body stretched across the grave in which we sit. Celebrant and chattel sway into the vaporous night of the veldt.

Thy whiny verse, forsooth
falls lamely from the tooth
And casts an evil shadow
Across the literary mind.

But given thy low post count
A pitiful amount
I'll simply tell you this
Your poetry is piss.

But you knew that.

It's in the thread title.

Indubitably this leads to a fatal conclusion including, but not withstanding, the murderous and trechearous agony of the red bull. This animal descends transcendantly between the shadows of the monkeys walking on the heavens looking for the erectable car door that hold the key to infinite wisdom of my ass.

Nice name

Yeah. I sense a meaningful arrival. "IRapedYourFather", are you smart, cool, have anything of interest to say? Tell us now. Don't make us wait.


j-

I was ass raped in jail.

Now however, I started a NEW LIFE.


Soon I will start serious investments in this industry, using my loans from my friends from NASDAQ.



Thomas van de Koch

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Juicy will be all over this one

does the word freak come to mind? or is just my imagination?

FUCK PEOPLE STAY IN LINE

Here we go



The sublime refrigerator stuck on your forehead reminds me of your abyssal shit crack where is located the golden key to the decimal pointed dick which by the way leads to the vile road of the demons within your left red hairy ear.

Sometimes when I am a bit constipated I stick my finger up my bum and scoop the poo out. not sure if this is really bad but it stops constipation pain quicker than any commercial remedy

U need

esti sans dessins

i used to be married. it was a bad idea from the get go. every time i ever had sex with my ex wife,from the frist time on, i was thinking about someone else. one of her friends, some chick i saw at the mall, whatever. one time, towards the end of our marriage i found out she was cheating on me, but she didnt know i knew. we were having sex one night, and in the middle of it i started calling her by her best friends name. she got mad and threw me out before i finished. so i waited a half hour until she was sleeping, snuck into the bedroom and jerked it all over her head. she didn't wake up because she was on ambien. so the next morning she had my dried manberry juice all over her head and pillow.

remember the gas
remember the grass
remember the time I grabbed your ass?


lol

hi sexy

thanks for the dinner you cooked tonight

FRIS THATS FUCKING HARDCORE MAN NICE!!

So this turtle pee comes up to me and says : "Yo dude where is the nearest masturbator elevator" and I say :"What the fuck".
But later on I found out that he is an assraper in computer engineering so I am sad for him and I love his beautiful sister who walks by the sky night violently sleeping over the madness of the red eyed see violeted by the IMMONDICE USA ADMINISTRATION.

FRIS

But what about all the GOOD THINGS Hitler did?

www.tshirthell.com

very artistic i think.